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It had been a long couple of days.
The meetings had been endless, and if not for Trisha’s infinite aplomb and good manners, Bill would have probably made enemies of everyone in the town of Richmond, Vermont—and been a wreck besides. Instead, Trisha had taken the lead, applying breeding—that still didn’t fit with her stories and the charm that flowed from her naturally, in sharp contrast to her normal irascible self—with everyone they had to deal with.
Most of Constance’s belongings had gone to the thrift store that also hosted the local food bank, so they took her kitchen supplies too. One box of shared memories remained to be sealed and sent off to his storage locker at Little Creek Naval in Virginia. There was so little in it that it was pathetic. He’d moved them both here from Chi
